I intended to let her try this silent treatment a little longer. I could wait and be patient. But now that it was on my mind, I followed the impulse to see if I could get her to break with a little bit of seduction.
“Areyou wet, little agent?” I asked, giving up on untying the rope at her ankles. Instead, I brought my hands up to her knees.
Her jaw twitched as she ground her molars.
“Do you think about me when you’re all alone in this hot room?” The air conditioners barely kept it tolerable, but as I watched her stare at me, lips pressed tightly together, it only got more heated between us.
A palpable spark of desire lingered between us. I didn’t care what she’d say or withhold from saying. Ifeltthe lust she couldn’t hide. It drew me in. It lured me to risk touching her more.
And I did. Sliding my hands up her bare thighs, just an inch or two before reaching the hem of her loose shorts, I tormentedmyself with the sensation of her smooth skin. Warm and supple. Silky like satin.
“You don’t have to lie about how much I’ve been on your mind.” I edged my hands further, caressing her back and forth as the small trickle of rain continued to spill on the top of her head.
“I know you’ve been watching me. Stalking me at airports.”
She furrowed her brow, the only tell that she gave me to indicate I was getting to her now.
“I’m flattered that you’re so interested in me?—”
“I’mnot.”
I grinned, loving the husky sass in her voice. It croaked from the lack of use, but I’d get her warming up her vocal chords in no time. Like right now—when I’d get her to scream with pleasure if I let her come.
“No?” I feigned surprise, smoothing my hands up higher under her shorts.
“No.” She stated it bluntly, but her difficulty in swallowing after her reply suggested she wasn’t so sure about that.
Dragging my hands higher up her thighs, leaning over so I could kneel and bring my head closer to hers, I considered what she said and didn’t say. She was talking, finally, and I’d get my answers.
“What’s your name, little agent?” I teased, pushing my fingers along the hem of her panties to trace my fingertips over the bare area of her warm skin.
She didn’t reply, turning her head to the side.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” I taunted, rubbing so near her pussy. “I don’t mind if you’ve got a crush on me.”
“I don’t.”
I grinned, leaning closer until I could whisper in her ear. “What’s your name, little agent? There’s no need to be strangers.”
“Fuck you, Emil.”
I smiled wider. “Ah, you know my name.”
No reply.
“Wouldn’t it only be fair if you told me yours?” I asked before licking the shell of her ear.
Her breath hitched. “It would be fair if you let me go.”
“Oh, no. Not now. Not when we’re having fun, little agent.” I tugged at her panties. “Not when you’re so interested in me.”
“I’m not,” she protested.
“You’re not what?” I asked, moving my fingers until I could rub over her pussy. “Not an agent?”
No reply.
“Because if you try to tell me you’re not interested…” I stroked my fingers over her cunt, feeling the dampness on the fabric.
